Worship

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Rock Opera

The stone community was well prepared for an emergency. It didn't happen too often, but when it did, the filling of the gap was so vital!

The earth itself was the biggest of the group, and was responsible for monitoring the surface for the presence of praise. Given the teeming billions, and the varying times all around the globe, usually, in fact, almost always, God was being given His due.

The peoples praised Him in many ways, in many languages. Sometimes they listened as the leader-preacher expounded on the Scriptures, sometimes they worshipped through giving their tithes and offerings. Living as He would have them live was a constant expression of their reverence for Him. And the music! Oh, the wonderful sound of the music!

The stone community stood ready, nevertheless, from the tiniest grains of sand down to the continent-sized boulders below the mantel. The Son Himself had known about the rehearsals and the readiness, and had made mention of their responsibility to cry out if ever the worship stopped.

And on this night, for the briefest of moments, it did. Not one living soul, anywhere on Earth, was expressing adulation, no praise was being lifted up, no one was thinking of Him with thanks in their heart.

The earth held its breath in a moment of verification, then sent out the clarion call heard only by the members of the stone community. Their moment had finally come again!

And so arose the swell of noise, the marvel. Beautiful truth was heard in the wordless sounds created. Pure praise resonated through the igneous, worship drenched the sedimentary, adoration poured from the metamorphic.

No people could hear this particular sound; it was reserved for God alone. He heard it, and He was well pleased.

The rocks wished in unison that the moment would stretch out, for they spent most of their time yearning to honor Him, pregnant with praise.

Though an elderly woman awoke with a song of praise on her lips, He allowed the stone chorus, the glorious rock opera, to continue, for just a flash more, knowing their need to praise Him, extending their chance to exalt Him.

The community fell back into silence, but each member breathed his own psalm of gratitude for the chance he had been given on this wonderful night, the chance to worship.

Brenda Kern
May 3, 2004

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